happy birthday to me

(My actual birthday, not my blog birthday, which I also celebrate, because I believe in celebrating the small stuff.)

(I actually kind of celebrate everything. I celebrate when I’m in bed before midnight. I celebrate when I cook chicken and it isn’t raw in the middle. I celebrate when a song I love comes on my Songza playlist. I should start celebrating when I make it through 15% of my dance choreography correctly.)

Anyway, even though it’s my birthday, I made you cookies, because I’m super nice. But you’ll have to come get them, because I don’t know where you live.

I thought about supplying a list of things that I would like for my birthday, because I wrote a post about my vacation last week and a bunch of people I’m Facebook friends with read it, so maybe they would read this, and because they know me, maybe they’d buy me birthday presents. Or even though you don’t know me, you’d read this and buy me presents anyway. (And in return, I would give you cookies. Seems fair.)

Unfortunately for you, I ate all the cookies, because they were delicious. So I’m not providing a birthday wish list, and you can make cookies for yourself.